People fawn themselves to death over musicians around here, but no one cares about the written work. No one wants to read a story or piece of poetry. No one has the patience or appreciation. Haven't I been blessed? I know I'm healing myself and glorifying God through my honed talents and crafts, but shouldn't other people be aware of that? Shouldn't they admire my work which I know is pretty decent? I'm looking to bring back purity and imaginative havens to the literary world, the least people can do is give me an encouraging word.
Alas, I'm alone in something, again. Please, God, let me find some poetic friends that can shape my life to come. Help me change some peoples' lives and minds and just give them something to smile about. How my words can direct their minds toward You, however much they may not be aware. Please. My art is healing.
1 comment:
poetic friend, here.
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